Somedays are odd, leaving me hungry
Like all other days
When her kiss and touch is not just missed
It leaves a void, crushing and destructive
One may say it is painful to miss someone
I proclaim it is sacrilege
For this flesh longs to be touched
And this skin wants to so
Yet it has no choice but wait
While the wait, is but a futile attempt
Of self convincing
Of false belief
She so far feels left alone
Yet she like me longs
Between us, between the reason or rhyme
Neither less than stubborn
Yet succumb to what is
What should or may be
Her , as always unsure
Me the 'what may come'
Is but a predicament of this
Some days are lost some forgotten
Some spent in bickering and annoyances
Such is how it is
Yet at the end like a smoke filled room
A hookah bar